The sound of the gunshot rung in the still air, reverberating all around the gathered people.
At first, it seemed like everything slowed down, as everyone tried to see who got to pull the trigger first: the heroine or the villain.
Then, they all moved as in one fluid motion, rushing to see what happened.
Before crumbling to their knees, as they realized it had been the villain. The villain had been first.
They saw the heroine, their friend sink towards the floor, blood staining her clothes.
As she lay in her lover's arms, breathing her last breaths, her tiny frame resembled a bird's more than ever.
And everyone knows feathers are meant for the sky.
A/N: This entire short was just an excuse to use that last sentence. And I don't even know why I like it so much...
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Tiny Stories
Short StoryA collection of 100 word stories, based on two prompt list challenges. The first 100 stories will be based on general themes, the last 100 will be based on a list of 100 emotions. *COMPLETED*
